#drcpthebeat

[ you still playing? 8)) i play on the pc tho ; v ; ]

76 knew stubbornness like the back of his hand. It was stitched into every fiber of his being and he could see it reflected in the face of the young man insisting he was FINE. A smile painted over a wince; his brow furrowed, deep and disapproving. ( how's it feel to be on the other side, soldier? )

❝ You look like shit, ❞ he put it bluntly, no need to MINCE words. A firm stare and prolonged silence might have worked all the same; it hardly mattered --- the moment had passed. ❝ Not gonna fool anyone with the act. ❞

Words to be considered, the solder KNEW what he was talking about. That type of knowledge came from years of experience with busy bodies kept in close company. Or --- you know --- caring friends, as some may say.

i can’t believe you used Hasselholf and good in the same sentence :I *insults ur music always tbh* just let him mix up smth good for you rein :C

There wasn't really any other place in the world like Brazil. Which was easy to say and could be said of every damned country on the planet, but Brazil and Rio de Janeiro in particular had a certain vibrancy to it that even Soldier 76 couldn't deny. There was also the issue of a certain celebrity that he would have to take into account on this outing. The timing couldn't have been worse.

Whoever the kid was that did these performances had a live one the very same night that Soldier 76 had planned to take out a local gang operation. One that was supplying intel to Talon operatives. It would come to a stop now.

He was only a few blocks away from the concert and he could hear the low thrum of the bass. Vibrations filtered up through his boots and reminded him of grenades going off, the sonic echo of rocket blasts .  .  . It helped to cover up the violence being acted out by Soldier 76 and the men he was wiping the streets with - literally.

What he hadn't counted on was Talon providing the gang with heavy artillery. Most of the scumbags he had dealt with and taken out of the fight through brute force or with the help of his pulse rifle, but eventually he had to retreat, regroup and come up with a new plan of attack to take the stragglers out that had the heavy weaponry. Unfortunately they had an edge on account of it and were pushing him back, closer, and closer to civilians. From his rooftop vantage he looked over one shoulder to the group of people below enjoying the concert and cursed to himself.

Hoping to get rid of them before they could become causalities he shot out a power line, just as a rocket hit close enough to send him over the edge of the roof.

Soldier 76 lands roughly, rolling across the stage and onto his feet, shoving at the body he'd encountered to get them behind him as he fires back. His entire upper body aches with the impact of his fall but he doesn’t have time to count the broken ribs or consider his battered body.

The low rumbled growl of exasperation could be heard from the containment of the faceplate and it conveys everything he felt in a single audio cue. Unfortunately, such things didn’t usually get picked up in the middle of a firefight, it’d be a blessing to not have to speak after witnessing certain ‘tactics’ that the others deemed practical during a mission.

Lucio was not exempt from those daredevil stunts either.

“Someone has to watch out for you greenhorns.” The statement is punctuated by the pop of the empty pulse canister, 76 already reloading before it clatters onto the ground below. “It’s just my luck that I’m usually the one around to do it.”

The red line of the visor shines brighter as he turns his head, getting a better look at the younger man in a quick once over assessment for possible debilitating injuries. It’s always difficult to gauge Lucio, so apt to smile even when in duress or put into a bad situation. That optimism might be infectious to others but it’s yet to break the stoic nature of the Soldier.

“Stick close.” And just when he’s about to twitch out around the corner, he hesitates to look back at Lucio, the stern look felt more than it can be seen. “And stay off the walls.”

      Lucio was a bit of a curiosity for the outlaw. Not in a bad way, he supposed, but they’d come from much different walks of life, which much different skillsets as well as mindsets. Jesse found that he admired his optimism as much as he thought it was naive, and that conflict fanned a spark of interest. Regardless, curiosity was curiosity, and Jesse was the sort to poke and prod at whatever caught his attention. 

      And well, Jesse figured being currently patched up by the other was as good a time as any to start that prodding.

       “So,” Jesse paused, gritted his teeth with a silent hiss as he shifted against the wall, tried to act as the bullet in his hip was nothing more than a paper cut, “While I got ya here, reckon I’d ask if you even know how yer stuff works.” His right hand left his wound, waved it in the direction of his amplifier, “You made it?”

Where was Lucio going?

Ganymede had been sunning himself on Overwatch HQ’s roof, when he saw Lucio heading out the front door. Was there a mission today? Surely not. Even Ganymede knew the schedules...

He fluffed himself up to wake himself, and fluttered after him. Lucio was going into a car, it seemed... under his own power? Yes indeed. Good, so this wasn’t suspicious.